Age of Heroes (Age of Heroes Chronicles)

Chapter 258: Hero (3)

The battlefield instantly froze. All the Orc whether they are on Arial side or Serif side look toward him

This is a declaration of one on one.

In Human Continent such declaration of a duel in a midst of a war is usually ignored but in the Orc Land and kobold territory such declaration is still practiced and dishonor will arrive on those who fear and declines the challenge.

While King usually can decline a chief usually will not, not if they have pride in their hearts and the desire to see the Great Hall of the Horned God.

As silence reigned in the battlefield suddenly there is movement. Arial eyes narrowed.

Then from the enemy side, a path is formed as a mounted Orc approached Arial.

The Orc stopped just a few feet shy from him. the Orc dismount from his horse and remove his helmet.

The Orc looks at Arial and nodded. Then he declares himself.

'My name is Sor from the clan of Bor. I accept your challenge Hero Arial for you are a warrior of great renown on the Orc plains.' he said.

Arial nodded

'Let us begin then' Arial said. The Orc nodded. There are no more words needed as the Orc soldiers all look at this battle with anticipation

Then suddenly the Orc Sor dashed forward with his large axe. Arial saw the attack coming and he raises his glaive deflecting it.

Sparks of fire were produced as the edges of its steel clashed with each other

The troops slowly encircled both of their leaders.

The reason Arial issue the challenge is because he needs to conserve his troop's strength and he could not easily replenish his ranks after this battle. 

ten thousand troops are a good number but Arial knew the real battle does not lie here. It lies on Fort Boeran, the great stronghold of clan Bor further south.

He and his troop have seen hell and back as they march south, experience that Koer no doubt see around his way north.

How the Bor clan kill Orc children, their scorched body sprawled all across the main roads, burning settlement, leaving corpses all over and killing anyone who is under the protection of the clan Vor.

That fills Arial with a burning anger.

He sees the face of a mother Orc mourning her sons and daughters, of how a brother loses his sister, of a young child who loses their parents and that strike at Arial heart.

He swears that he will find Bor and kill that Orc by his own hands. So, Sor of clan Bor is just another obstacle he need to eliminate.

Both of them jumped from each other and look at each other after they first clashed. From the first clash you could learn the enemy strength.

Arial look amused while the Orc look amazed with him. Then he said

'It is true what minstrel and bards tell and sang about you. You are a formidable human. Fighting you may grant me passage to the Great Feast' the Orc said.

Arial just snickered

'It is fine by me then. Come here and let me stab you easily so you could join the feast faster' and Arial laughed and his troop follow suit

'Eat with your Horned God as I eat on the world below and feast with my troops.' The Orc face turns to red.

'YAHH!' the Orc attack again but Arial deflected it again, and each time the glaive collided with the axe, there is ringing and sparks.

Arial is calm like he is tutoring the big Orc, deflecting his attack with the most little possible movements.

While the Orcs is forced to move back each time they collide. The Glaive on Arial hand is heavy and wider and most of the time that Arial strikes the Orc nearly enter death door.

But what incenses the orc is Arial apparent underestimation of the Orc. The orc could sense that Arial is not giving his all.

More like Arial is toying with him and this enraged the Orc leader. Arial troops are accustomed to Arial behavior after seeing their leader in many battles.

Their leader is an object of admiration and awe in their camp and campfire. Most of his troop knows that Arial wanted to enjoy the battle longer.

After battling the dragon Arial could hardly be entertained by normal battle anymore. And with the glaive and its destructive power his battle usually ended fast.

Not once the Orc axe graze Arial while the glaive has already cut and slice the Orc thick skin.

Blood is dripping on many parts of the Orc body

The Orc troops look at the battle. Velamina is on horseback watching the enemies Orc troop if they somehow wanted to help their Orc leader.

After all every emergency need to be anticipated.

Velamina experience with Arial has made her believe there is no man on this world that would ever match his prowess in battle.

This is why she is not worried about Arial.

In all of the battle they have fought since they help the Vor tribes, not once Arial is graze by an enemy weapon or injured.

Since his heart swapping it seems in Arial words, he is full of energy all the time, and his wound heal incredibly fast, his senses is in a state of full awareness when he is on battle.

The Orc leader tries to advance this time sheathing his sword preparing to attack Arial while throwing his axe to Arial which Arial deflected with Dragon Palm.

Quickly the Orc try to take advantage as Arial view is hindered by the axe throw but that is just juvenile move in Arial eyes

Arial quickly maneuver himself out of harm way, missing just a second before the sword reach his heart while his troops gasped.

The axe flown behind him and stuck itself to some unlucky spectator head. Arial just smile and he even had the time to laugh

'ARGHH!'.

The Orc then began trying to slash at Arial but Arial dodge it again, while some of the attack he deflected and the titillation of their battle rang around the battlefield and both armies held their breath as they watch this battle

The battle is interesting but this battle also determines the fate of their lives. Whoever wins take all.

'Should I end this?' Arial said and suddenly he dashed forward with unbelievable speed like a lightning. No one could see it even Velamina.

And suddenly a scream sounded as two silhouette can be seen flying on the air and then with a thud something falls onto the ground.

The troops look at the thing and could see it is a pair of hands and then their eyes are focused on the screams of the Orc chief.

Both of his hand is sliced off in those few second in the air. Blood is spurting from his amputated hand like a fountain. Arial is facing north while the Orc is facing south.

'ARGGHHH, MY HAND!' The Orc screamed.

Arial looked back. Slowly, Arial step towards the kneeling Orc.

'Where is he?' The Orc said looking left and right when he should have been looking back.

'I'll end this' Arial said boringly. He lifted his glaive and bring it down casually.

One swing and the Orc leader head roll around the ground. Then Arial turned to his enemies.

'KNEEL AND SURRENDER!' He roars and whether because of their leader demise or Arial terrifying roar they quickly kneeled.

And Serif Fortress is conquered.